Ghetto Cowboy Novels & Stories

“Your delightful chef offered to make me crepes, but I told her I would wait for you to decide.” Enzo groaned and rubbed his face. “How did you even get in here?” “You know how.” He slid him the business section as Enzo got his own espresso. “I have a multimillion dollar security system,” Enzo snapped, glancing at the headlines. “I wasn’t talking about breaking and entering or boosting cars.” “Now that was an adventure,” his brother said, grinning at him. “What a bohemian existence, Enzo. Never knowing where our next meal was coming from, always trying to stay one step ahead of the law. Living in the moment!”

“Grounded? Need I remind you I’m twenty, not ten?” Gemma lifted her eyebrows. “Need I remind you the legal drinkin’ age is twenty-one, and you doin’ a half-nekkid—” “Fine. I’ll shut up now.” “Good. Besides, that thing is not one of them wussy bulls they use in cowboy bars and charge you five bucks to try. That one of Colby’s is a nasty piece of machinery and the closest to getting on the back of a real bull. It’s dangerous.”

she thanked him curtly and turned away after she took note of his beautiful facial features. He had slightly beaky nose but it wasn’t at all ugly. In fact, it made him look attractive. His face was truly handsome with high cheekbones, thick but perfectly formed brows like they were sculpted deliberately by the gods who had nothing to do. He had strong jaw and lips that looked hard and firm. Plus, there was this hidden sensuality on his red lips. Overall, he was a beautiful man indeed! Beautiful like a Greek god. Note to self. He’s a gorgeous Gypsy-looking man with an American accent! How is that for a unique man like him?

What chance of resistance could I possibly have against Jaxon West, the hottest, most masculine cowboy I had ever set my eyes upon? T. B. C!